As I was falling asleep last night, a thought popped into my head. I'm really looking forward to nursing another baby.
What the heck?? When did that happen? Before I got pregnant with T, I was thinking "you want me to do what?! And that's her only food source? Who thought that was a good idea?" I thought I'd have to sequester myself in a dark room somewhere and never leave the house.
One of the first questions I asked our prospective pediatrician was her thoughts on breastfeeding because I wanted to gauge whether she was going to harangue me or guilt me if I wanted to quit. (She did not, and she has been awesome in every way. She said she asks new moms to try to give it a month, and that was a good answer in my book.)
It took us a long time to get the hang of it. I didn't like it at first. I set small goals for myself - make it through the first day, three days, a week. Then 2 weeks, a month, and before I knew it, we got to that magical time when it was actually *easier* to nurse her than sort out a bottle. And she got so efficient, we'd be done in less than 10 minutes and I lost my leisurely Facebook/NYT reading time. Heh. I was all set to quit at a year, but T got sick for the first time right around then, we had two trips planned, and we were still navigating her dairy allergy, so she nursed until just short of 14 months. I never imagined making it for that long. When we quit, we were both ready - not a single tear was shed and she never asked about it (ok, that made ME a little sad inside, I'll admit!).
I even got brave enough to nurse in public, sort of. I could do it in the car, or at other gatherings with mamas and babies. I never managed to get comfortable nursing in a random public place like a restaurant but I suspect Baby X' will be nursed wherever we happen to be, since we'll be out and about more.
So maybe I'm remembering those blissful, easy days of nursing in bed for 10 minutes and going about our business. When it's 4 hours a day, it probably won't be so awesome. But oddly, I'm still looking forward to it.
But there is nothing in this world that will make me look forward to pumping again. Blech.